Qiao Wanxia heard Ye Xin say to Panpan: "Panpan, let you suffer!" ”

"I'm willing to do anything for you." Panpan's voice was as gentle as water, as light as a feather, and squeamish.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"How can it not hurt, you little fool!"

Listening to this kind of affectionate dialogue, Qiao Wanxia's heart was torn apart.

She swayed and almost fell, but at the last moment, she steadied herself.

Here, can not stay.

Qiao Wanxia was about to lift her feet and leave, but Tun Qin walked up to her with a cold face: "Qiao Wanxia, you disappointed me so much, how can you beat someone!" ”

Tears blurred Qiao Wanxia's eyes, she looked at this, obviously saying that she loved herself, but at this time she was unhappy with other women.

She also got a slap in the face, why didn't he care about himself?

"Smack!"

This slap was very sudden, and it was thrown on Qiao Wanxia's face like this.

Her head was missed, and Qiao Wanxia tilted her head and didn't move.

A smell of blood fell from the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground.

Qiao Wanxia looked at the blood stains on the ground, stunned, and didn't react at all.

She slowly looked up at the man she loved the most, and wanted to imprint his face in the deepest part of her heart.

"Apologies!"

Tun Qin's face was cold, his tone was thorough and cold, and he unceremoniously accused Qiao Wanxia.

Qiao Wanxia was heartbroken, it was not enough to slap herself, and she had to apologize to that slut herself, why?

Her lips were slightly open, but she couldn't say a word.

Her lips trembled, and she trembled.

The heart is so excited that it is scarred, and it can no longer organize words.

Grief and despair surrounded Qiao Wanxia tightly, giving people an aura of death.

Pan Pan was shocked when he saw this, this performance was too much.

If Qiao Wanxia is angry to death, who will kill Ye Xin?

The boss said that he wanted Qiao Wanxia to kill Ye Xin with his own hands.

She stepped forward and tore Tun Qin away, shouting: "What are you doing, how can she say that she is also your wife, you can't be so ruthless to her, why don't you apologize to her quickly?" ”

Tun Qin listened to Panpan, and when he saw her say this, he immediately apologized to Qiao Wanxia: "Wanxia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Do you hurt? ”

He touched Qiao Wanxia's face, rubbed it gently, and comforted her.

Panpan saw this and breathed a sigh of relief, this woman is really easy to coax.

Just when they breathed a sigh of relief, Qiao Wanxia took a step back, dodged Tunqin's hand, looked at Ye Xin expressionlessly, didn't speak, and looked at him like this.

Tun Qin was stunned, what is going to happen now?

Panpan is also confused, what is going to happen now?

Qiao Wanxia didn't say anything, bypassed them, and walked towards the door.

"You can't go!"

Panpan pulled Qiao Wanxia and shook it hard, throwing Qiao Wanxia into the door.

Qiao Wanxia fell to the ground, and the breath she had been holding back spat on the ground with a puff, shocking.

After Panpan was stunned, he quickly locked the door and ran away with Tunqin.

ran to another room before he dared to call, and his tone was flustered: "Boss, Qiao Wanxia vomited blood?" ”

"Hurt?"

"No, not hurt." Panpan hesitated a little, "When she saw me and Tunqin's performance, she vomited blood." I'm going to run out, I'm locking her up now. Boss, what now? ”

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and said coldly: "Then lock her up for a few days, and you can still show affection in front of him." ”

Pan Pan worried: "If she is angry to death, she can't kill Ye Xin?" ”

"Angry! Hmph, do you think he is Lin Daiyu or Liang Shanbo, angry for love! In this world, there is only one person, no love. ”

Panpan sighed, hung up the phone, and looked at Tun Qin: "What do you think?" ”

"I listen to you." Tunchin replied.

Panpan walked around the room and finally said, "Then continue to be happy." ”

Qiao Wanxia in the room was lying on the ground, thinking about everything in the past few months, and it only felt like a dream.

The December floor is very cold.

The cold comes from the skin, burrows into the bones, and cools the bone marrow.

But this kind of coldness, how can it be compared to Qiao Wanxia's coldness.

Outside the window, the voices of Panpan and Tunqin sounded again, Qingqing and me, kindness and love, accompanied by the sound of making people's faces blush and heartbeat.

Just like that, without scruples, it sounded in Qiao Wanxia's ears.

Qiao Wanxia's eyes widened, she bit her lip tightly, and grabbed her hands on the floor.

The wide eyes did not close, the bloodshot eyes overflowed, and the eyeballs bulged out, as if they were about to burst.

The clenched lip has blurred the flesh and blood of the lips.

The rusty smell in my throat kept bubbling from the bottom up, then out of my mouth, sliding down my neck and soaking the white sweater.

Ten rounded fingers, on the floor, scratched one bloody mark after another.

Dizziness and blackness in front of her eyes, Qiao Wanxia didn't hold on, listening to the voice of the pair of dogs and men, she fainted.

In the dark, she kept running, trying to escape.

In the darkness where there is no light, there is only the sound of one's own heartbeat except his own wheezing.

Looking at the darkness in front of her, Qiao Wanxia was sad and desperate.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to roar, she wanted to shout for help, but there was no one whose name she could shout.

She has no strength, she doesn't want to run!

She walked slowly forward, thinking that as long as she kept going, she would see the light.

After walking for a long time, she finally saw the light, and she cried with joy and ran forward.

The man was emitting a pale yellow light, and due to the light of her own light, Qiao Wanxia couldn't see his face clearly, but she wouldn't let go.

She grabbed the man's arm and begged, "Take me out, please, take me out!" ”

It may be that she has been silent for a long time, her voice is dry, hoarse, and weak.

The other party stretched out his hand to her, Qiao Wanxia shed tears of joy, and hurriedly put her hand into his palm.

His palms, like those of him, were warm and shiny.

Qiao Wanxia grabbed his warm big hand tightly, she didn't want to let go, she just wanted to hold it tightly, hold it.

The light led her to a brighter place, where she saw the man covered in light.

He smiled, his eyes looked at himself gently, a humble gentleman, and the jade tree was in the wind.

But such a handsome and dashing man made Qiao Wanxia stunned in place.

"Ye Xin!"

Qiao Wanxia looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, it was actually Ye Xin!

She never thought that she would struggle out so hard and actually come to Ye Xin's side again.

He is still so handsome, still so jade, and still a man who will be tempted when she sees him.

Even if he hurt himself the most, from the moment he saw him, his heartbeat still accelerated and his breathing was disordered.

I love him to the bone!

Ye Xin, who looked at her affectionately, led her forward, kept walking, kept walking.

Qiao Wanxia greedily absorbed the warmth on his body, thinking in her heart, please forgive her for her selfishness and incompetence, she just wants to follow him like this now, even if she goes to the ends of the earth, she is willing.

There was a door in front of him, Ye Xin opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Qiao Wanxia.

Looking at this strange door, Qiao Wanxia shook her head and didn't want to go in.

Ye Xin, who was laughing gently, suddenly showed a fierce face and directly pushed Qiao Wanxia in.

Qiao Wanxia panicked, slapped the closed door, and shouted frantically: "Let me out!" ”

There was a thumping sound outside the door, as if it was being nailed in.

Qiao Wanxia was terrified, banged on the door frantically, and shouted: "Ye Xin, let me out!" ”

With a bang, the door seemed to fall, and Qiao Wanxia, who was standing, became lying down.

The front and back were closed, and Qiao Wanxia was horrified to find that this was not a door at all, but a coffin.

Thinking that she was lying in the coffin, Qiao Wanxia kicked and beat wildly, screaming, "Let me out!" ”

There was no sound outside, and her voice couldn't be reached outside.

The air inside was getting less and less, and Qiao Wanxia had difficulty breathing, and kept kicking and scratching the coffin board.

The piercing squeak sounded in my ears, and the fear became louder and louder.

The nails of the ten fingers were all scratched off, and they were even more on the coffin board, leaving one nail after another bloody stains.

A trace is a hope, and then it becomes a disappointment.

The air was completely gone, Qiao Wanxia's pupils widened, and the bloodshot sprouted, turning into purple lips, slightly open.

Her fear, frozen on her face, her hand still held, scratching at the coffin board.

"Whew!"

Qiao Wanxia, who was lying on the floor, suddenly woke up, panting like a fish that had lost water.

Her Ye Xin, in a dream, buried her alive!